Agressive me with words of simplicity. I love failures as much as my honour, for I wish to assure them. Don't haste me to move on with my life, I'll pace up when time's up. I'll pay twice the effort and sincerity to compensate what I missed out then.
The fragments of thoughts sank me into a state of anesthesia, piddling my youth. Fear of thirsting after life, and inactivity, paralyzing one into dormancy. Paradoxically, I abhor vicissitude. Let live.
posted by petite angel at
9:41 PM
Mediocre me, trying to balance my every aspect of life. Not neglecting the presence of my priorities, securing my resolution.
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